However, at one point, the topic shifted unexpectedly. "And if that was not enough, my husband had to go forward and make himself a bastard with one of them," the queen exclaimed with a mixture of anger and sadness.
I involuntarily dropped my silverware, causing a loud clank that startled both of us. It seemed the queen had been caught up in the emotions of her past. This was not something no one had ever heard of before but matters like these, the personal kind which dealt solely with emotions, was conducted behind closed doors which the people that were close to her.
Given our relationship, I still refused to believe that we were close enough for this.
